BLESSING IN DISGUISE
For many years I was wronged to believe that a colour blind saw world black and white. But then I could hardly imagine that I would soon be joining the elite group when a medical student casually asked me one day to read out some digital configurations dotted on a multicolored chequer board. I tried my best to read out the digits hidden therein. I could not. As I fluttered I threw in the towels. The eagle-eyed friend read out the hidden digits with a surprising ease. Happy with the discovery he declared me a color blind there and then.
The discovery hardly made any difference till one hot evening in the university hostel a research scholar from the department of Human Genetics and Physical Anthropology frantically tossed his head. The department, including he himself had failed to find a single case of colour blindness. Out of sheer frustration when he narrated the tale of his woes, his joy knew no bounds, when I broke the news that one such case existed right under his very nose. As if he were an eager beaver, he jumped out of his skin, drew out a variety of chequer boards and urged me to pore over them to confirm the veracity of his prize find.
It was not many days before the HOD Anthropology invited me to his department. Buzzing around, studying and examining my eyes, ears, teeth, and so on, the beeline of apron-clad scholars treated me something like a prize possession. Chic looking female scholars would hurl mind-boggling queries. For example, was I able to distinguish colors of their sarees, lipsticks, nail polishes, hankles and all that jazz? My blood samples were taken and I was put to a series of wunderkind tests and observations. Much to my chagrin within days, the whole campus came to know that I was colourblind. I had exposed myself to their ridicule. Everyone wanted to know what I looked like and how world looked to me. Majority of them thought, I saw world black and white.
Colour blindness has hardly ever put me to any great inconvenience. I however make no bones about my difficulties in distinguishing razor thin shade differences like pink, red and maroon. I may be able to discern the outline of traffic signals, but then wife does not at all bother me to accompany her for her shopping spree. Colour blindness is at times a blessing in disguise.